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I Wish I Was a Morning Person
Today I woke up at the ungodly hour of 6 AM.
As the kind of person that regularly goes to bed around 2–4 AM, and regularly doesn’t wake up until somewhere between 9 AM and Noon, this is literally my idea of a nightmare.
Compounded is the fact that I couldn’t eat anything since Midnight, since I was scheduled for an 8 AM ultrasound.
Seriously: The only thing worse than having to watch the sunrise was having to watch it on an empty stomach. I couldn’t even have anything to drink. Not even lame, boring, water.
Arrrrrrrgh.
Thankfully, there wasn’t a very long line of people in the hospital’s imaging department. I was able to go in, get my abdomen mauled by a madman with a wand and ice-cold gel, and get out without too much trouble. (No, I’m not pregnant, thank you for asking.)
But then I was faced with a whole, entire morning, almost four hours where I should have been blissfully sleeping, but wasn’t.
Some of that time was spent at WalMart, picking up prescriptions and getting my glasses replaced — no more duct tape and one arm broken off. But even after I got home it was like — okay, I’ve done everything for today, and it’s still two hours before I’d even wake up.
